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my own wonderland

time haunts me like a bloody stainthat refuses to wipe awaybeckoning a departure towards the past day after dayand my daily narrative becomes so convoluted i'm forced to reason with insanity you never know what's really realand what's just make believe

mr. stark, i don't feel so good

what a pretty hate machine.

tell death i'm busy, she'll leave a voicemail

been feeling not so great lately, but i'm trying to stay up, i mean i don't have cancer so there's that.

Fragments

where are we now?

Fragile: Handle with Care

You can order my book at https://www.amazon.com/Fragile-Handle-Dillon-L-Jensen/dp/0692940731/ref=sr_1_9?ie=UTF8&qid=1510345667&sr=8-9&keywords=fragile+handle+with+care. A collection of my poetry.

I don't care

Fear not, I made this all up. Maybe one day though.

Mirrors

Empathy runs deep in broken people because they understand.

cc:love

An open letter to myself.

Life's Tattoos

I watched a video on YouTube that inspired me to write this. I found the idea of a tattoo coming from your life's story to be a great writing prompt.

Highly Sensitive Person

Don't ever hide your feelings, it doesn't work. <3

Untitled

Just a thought floating in my head.

Thoughts On Love

I explored a thought I had and tried to take it to its logical conclusion. I argued with myself for a while because I wasn't sure it made any sense. Maybe someone can take from this what they need.

I'm Addicted

I get hurt because it's my choosing.

A Conversation With Myself

I tried to make this from the perspective of my inner voice talking to me in my head. Wow, that sounded odd. Hope you like it. Instagram: @dillonleejensen

You good, bro?

Don't know, things just pop into my head, so I write them down to get them out.

If Only

Follow more of my writing on Instagram: @dillonleejensen. I rarely update on this site anymore. Have a good one.

Precariat

noun: /pri' ke:riet/ A person whose employment and income are insecure, especially when considered as a class.

Dearest Laura

For the daughter that never felt loved.

A Villain

Who's your villain?

Weird, Huh?

Just a random thought I decided to write down.

Congratulations

I was going to make a really long and dramatic post about love, but I'll leave it at I played myself.

Free

Just a thought I wanted to expand on.

Open

I hide behind giant walls.

Unavailable

I need her, but my mind keeps saying no.

Who Hits Harder?

Life, yo.

Apathy

Feeling somewhat gray.

Chemistry

Randomly got inspired to write this.

Take Care

Yep.

F**k Depression

I'm not going down without a fight.

Princess

It's complicated.

A New Hope

Trying to be positive.

Good Grief

Been in a funk lately.

Faulty

Those feelings...They will get ya.

Painfully Waiting

I sit and watch atop my throne.

A New World

I'm on a high dose of life.

Am I In Love, Or Just Hungover?

A poem about a girl from a guy.

Internal Bleeding

About a girl, from a guy.

Chasing Sleep

One sheep, two sheep,...

Happy

Introverts, you feel me?

Lost

Why do poems need a description? The words should speak for themselves.

Fe

Kudos to those that get the title without looking it up. :)

For Max

I'd be lying if I said I wrote this without crying through the entire thing.

Wet Dream

Curiosity is a wonderful tool.

Eating Me Alive

can-cer=the disease caused by an uncontrolled division of abnormal cells in a part of the body. /ˈkansər/

Stray

Even strays get tired of running..

The Goldilocks Formula

Humans are weird...So this is me feeling, huh?

Grey Emotionless Pit

Empty and vacuous.

I'm Sorry

It's all my fault.

Like Glass

I feel like some poems just speak for themselves.

Chapter 12: End Game

Filled with entropy.